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losttidelover:

Hello, 

So lately I have found myself in some financial stress. But not just me, my mother and father too.  Usually if it was just me I’d suck it up and deal, but when my father is on the brink on an anxiety attack every night because of how things are going, then I want to help in any way I can. 

Here’s the deal. Above are some examples of art I have done in the past. You can find some more of my ‘better’ works at http://sta.sh/2gtc6ng3f1b too.  

I’d like to offer $50.00AUD commissions. I will draw anything at all. Any amount of characters. Background or no background. Complex or Simple.

For 50$ i will draw anything at all for you, and I will put in more love and effort than I have for the above pictures. 

I will spend at LEAST 5hours on it. Even if it’s done in 3, I will keep tweaking it for the rest of the time to make sure I am doing my absolute best for you. Heck, maybe I’ll even spend 10.

I am sincere and honest with this. I will do anything to get at least a little bit of funds to help out my father before this stress ends up killing him. No Joke. 

If you’re at all interested, please either send me a message on Tumblr, DeviantART, or otherwise email me at LostTideLover@hotmail.com 

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. It really means a lot. 

♥ Caitlin / Lost

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discordion:

When he was 2 years old, he fell out of a second story window and fractured his skull

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clearly someone didn’t want that saxophone invented 

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flatbear:

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counterpunches:

Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.

i just want to hug all of them

Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.

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